Waihau Bay New Zealand

Waihau Bay New Zealand

Sunday, January 20, 2019

All Good Things...(must come to an end)

I remember the day I first held you,
brand new in the palm of my hand,
like a school girl, I was all a quiver,
as I eagerly aimed you down.
You were so perfect, in every way 
the Rolls Royce of your kind,
and I’ve never desired another nor 
shared you, for you were always 
mine, mine, mine.

Okay,
I guessed you wouldn’t be around forever
I’m not that stupid, I know the score,
But it hasn’t even been a year -  I dreamed 
we’d have much more.  
Now you’ve suddenly dried up; how could you! 
slap bang in the middle of rhyme 
leaving blank sheets crumpled all around me 
oh wasted, wasted, time.  

I would hold you up and shake you
if I thought it would restore the flow
but you lie in my hand exhausted,
how I'm loathed to let you go.
At least we were happy - weren’t we?
life was perfect, or at least very near
but life does move on, some fool once declared,
after all, you are just a pen.

Yes it’s a sad, sad day for departures
but I must release you to start afresh.  
Your leaving has brought me such sorrow.
fare-thee-well, my fine, felt-tipped friend.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Silence

Dawn banished night, slowly
merging lilac skies with heaven
kissed seas.
Momentarily the line between
heaven and earth was blurred,
the horizon - a fantasy.

I touched this place once - the
silence of that perfect hour.
It was as if the Earth had paused
a moment - to breathe.


Poetry Jam prompt - Silence

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

A New Beginning



A new beginning I desired,
So left my job and loving wife
To stand on mountains, seas and land.
To wake each day a better man.

I hurried not my journeying.
My body learned new songs to sing.
I played at life yet always planned,
To wake each day a better man.

By day I played at bravery,
At night new lovers, pleasured me.
How tough it was to make a stand
To wake each day a better man.

But futile was my wandering
Returning home - no welcoming,
I found I’d not fulfilled my plan
To wake each day a better man.

My first entry to Poetry Jam.